My Grandfather Was A Farmer Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin

nice - on the sense of nostalgic - like to quote- We planted seeds in rich soil But sometimes the wind and rain Played with them ......... My grandfather earnestly Transferred wild ones To more suitable beds excellent

How amazing to take A glimpse everyday How the wild ones continued to grow..some have grown even better. your simplicity in expression and the liveliness of painting your experiences is the real beauty of thi spoem-, dear poetess. tha nku than k.u. tony god bless u

Respect to all the farmers! ! Thanks for sharing.

A poignant write, filled with sweet reminiscence of grandfather as a farmer. He sowed in you the healthy thoughts. Loved reading it.

Beautiful childhood reminiscences.. of a loving grandfather- a true son of the soil who knew the art of tending his crops! I am sure he must have been a hardworking man and you too inherited from him a love for the soil and farming! Such sweet memories of our dear ones, dead and gone will be stashed away in the deep recesses of our mind to be taken out and refreshed from time to time! (10)

Nice write of your practical life Mam.

A glimpse everyday......wonderful representation.....thank u. anjandev roy.

I played with the soil.....beautifully written.Thank u.anjandev Roy.

Truly all yes, My Grand father was also the same. Keep it up

Childhood memories on grandfather have been nicely executed in this poem. I cite..... My grandfather earnestly Transferred wild ones To more suitable beds Attached rods on them And mixed with the good ones. This is really a beautiful poem and it attracts the reader to read over and over again for which I made it second visit.